INTO RED ARMS
Chapter One
Jane was ecstatic. There had never been a lead like this before. The CBI had captured one of Red John's "workers," and had been told Red John's recent hiding spot. Lisbon, Van Pelt, Rigsby, Cho, and Jane were all packed into the van, trailed by several FBI vans.
"He's going to know we're coming." Jane angrily pointed out. "Let me go by myself."
"Jane, I can't let you do that. You have personal ties to this murderer, and it's incredibly unsafe." Lisbon replied.
Jane wallowed in silence as the van pulled onto a dirt road. Suddenly, there was a large popping sound, and Lisbon cursed as Cho pointed out that they had popped a tire.
"Perfect opportunity." Patrick exclaimed as he jumped out of the van, and started down the road.
"Jane!" Lisbon and Rigsby shouted simultaneously, but Patrick just slung his jacked over his shoulder and kept on walking.
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Jane crept into the old, rickety cabin alone and unarmed. He was unafraid, only giddy with excitement. He knew Red John expected him first.
The wooden door behind him slammed as wind gushed past, and Jane was alone, in the small, dark room.
A candle lit up towards the back of the room, and a deep voice boomed,
"I've been expecting you, Patrick. I know what you came for."
Jane peered through the darkness, and saw a masked face, with the classic Red John smile marked across the forehead.
"I came here to make things right. I came here to make you understand what you have done. If you don't mind…" Jane strolled over to the dusty television in the center of the room, and tossed a CD ROM into it. "I'd like to show you a few things." Jane situated the TV so the shady figure could see it clearly, and pressed play.
An image of Jane's wife and child flickered across the screen. A picture of Jane's wedding. A picture of their honeymoon. A picture of their child's first day of school.
"This is the life I had. I was happy. You had to take that away. Why?"
Video clips of grieving families flashed across the screen.
"These families had lives like mine. They were also happy. You did this for your own sick pleasure. Before you and I die, I would just like to know why I had to be put through this torture. Tell me why." Tears welled up in Patrick's eyes.
The masked figure let out a wicked chuckle, and replied, "I did it because I was unhappy. Others can't be happy while I am unhappy. I liked killing women because they were so beautiful… Watching them suffer made me happy…"
"You sick bastard…" Jane angrily muttered as he lunged at the figure with his bare hands. Patrick channeled his fury to overpower Red John and handcuff him to a chair. He was just about to rip off the mask to reveal Red John's identity, when it all suddenly went black.